by Anne Jacobs
LOVE SLAVE
ANN JACOBS
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Prologue
She’d been bathed and waxed, perfumed and coiffed, draped in see-through gauze and gold and rubies. The harem master had taught her what to say in the sultan’s exalted presence. A wizened eunuch escorted her along a pathway of pure gold, through a garden filled with fragrant and exotic specimens, to her lord’s chambers. She bowed low, kept her gaze diverted, and prayed she’d please him so she’d be allowed to kneel at his feet and pleasure his magnificent cock.
Every day the fantasy intensified. Lasted longer.
The scene became clearer, the details more erotic. Shana Green’s fantasy sheikh spirited her away from her ordinary college senior’s world of books and dates and after-graduation plans and locked her away, his sex slave in the sybaritic luxury of the harem.
She couldn’t stop seeing that other world in her mind, couldn’t stop dreaming about a lifestyle totally foreign to everything she’d known.
She wouldn’t give up the fantasy, sentence herself to a lifetime of boring missionary position sex and groping in the dark. Especially now.
Now her fantasy man had the face of a dark angel and a hard, muscular body that put most men’s to shame. And a name. Dahoud el Rashid. Or “Bear,” as he’d told her and her brother Jake his teammates called him.
It was as though she’d seen him in her mind and, poof, he had materialized out of thin air.
Shana laughed. To be perfectly accurate, fate had sent the sheikh pounding into her six-four, two hundred pound baby brother while Jake threw his first college game pass for the Longhorns’ arch-rival Texas A&M last Saturday. And he’d dropped into her sights when he came by the hospital to make sure Jake was okay.
Amazing. That gorgeous male specimen had escaped her attention for the three plus years they’d both spent so far on the UT campus here in Austin, Texas.
Not really. Even a fantasy man could stay anonymous among forty thousand or so students.
It wasn’t as if they moved in the same circles. Shana was the quintessential Jewish American princess, Bear a Kuwaiti foreign student who happened to be the Longhorn’s star linebacker.
Well, the princess was about to escape the castle.
If all went according to plan, she’d soon live out the fantasy she’d spun in her head for years. Bear didn’t know it yet, but he’d soon capture her and drag her off for a temporary stay in his harem.
Fate had practically tossed the sexy sheikh into her arms, and Shana was not a woman to ignore opportunity.
Stretching naked before a full-length mirror, she eyed herself critically.
Her legs were long and silky, waxed smooth a week ago when she’d had a Brazilian bikini wax. Her thighs were firm and slender, just right for locking around Bear’s narrow waist.
Her pussy looked pale beside that neatly trimmed landing strip of curly dark brown hair. Duly noted. Pussy could use a few sessions in the tanning bed before being offered up to her sheikh’s talented tongue.
Shana liked the impressive ruby belly-button ring she’d bought when her piercing finally healed. It had hurt like hell for months, which was why her only other piercings were the single ones in each ear.
Her boobs and ass had enough curves to entice her sheikh. Unless he had a thing for overblown and overweight. Nah. Not her fantasy man.
She tossed her dark hair over one shoulder, smiled at her reflection. Pretty ordinary, she decided. Not the stuff of sonnets, but she wouldn’t scare kids on Halloween, either.
Decently long lashes accentuated eyes that weren’t quite brown or green but something in between. She’d always wished they were one or the other, but the color was interesting. At least her nose looked good, thanks to Dr. Berger’s skill. And Beth Levin’s dad deserved the credit for her straight, white teeth. But the full lips boys had called kissable since sixth grade were all her own.
All in all, the package came together pretty well. And thanks to a rich, generous daddy and a mother who’d seen to it her daughters knew how to maximize their assets, Shana had all the tools she needed to enhance it.
She was about to grab some of those tools and go out hunting Bear.
Chapter 1
Austin, Texas, May 10, 1990, six months later
“You want what, my lord?”
Sheikh Dahoud al Rashid, “Bear” to his friends at UT, shifted the cell phone to his other ear. “A eunuch, a couple of houris, and enough close-mouthed servants to staff the harem at El Rashid. And I want them in place by tomorrow.”
Asad al Qassimi, Bear’s new assistant, hadn’t balked when told to open up and prepare some rooms at the family’s ancient fortress near Mina Su’ud overlooking the waters of the Khalij. He’d arranged for a family jet and crew to take his new employer and a friend from Austin to Kuwait City without raising an eyebrow.
Apparently Asad had a problem now.
“My lord. Your father—”
“My father does not need to know. See to it.” Annoyed, Bear shut off the phone.
His mouth watered and his cock throbbed at the prospect of spending five days with the most beautiful, sexiest, and least suitable woman on earth.
Who’d have thought going to check on the Aggies’ freshman quarterback he’d knocked out would have brought him face-to-face with a woman who chased all the others from his mind? Or that his dream woman would want to sample life in a sheikh’s harem and refuse to sample him any other way?
His business degree in hand since earlier today, Bear now had to take hold of his family’s business. But before he did, he’d enjoy one last hurrah.
Shana Green would someday be only a fond memory. For the next five days he’d be creating those memories.
“Bear!” she called from across the quad.
He loved her spontaneity, her irreverent ways. Her balls, he would say in American slang if she were a man.
Now it was time for her to become his temporary houri.
Bear sprinted across the campus green, tossed Shana over his shoulder, and hauled her to a waiting limousine where he slipped a black silk pillowcase over her head.
* * * * *
When Bear removed the thing he’d tossed over her head, Shana looked around a room that seemed more like a luxury hotel room than a sheikh’s bedchamber until the floor began to vibrate. They were on a plane. Obviously private and bigger than the Boeing 737 Daddy’s company used to ferry crews to oil fields around the globe.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked over the roar of the jet engines.
“To El Rashid. My harem on the Arabian Sea. “
Bear looked fearsome in his desert robe and a ghutra that framed his hawk-like features. If this hadn’t been an arranged capture, Shana would have been quaking with fear. Even so, the garb made him look dark, powerful. Foreign and inscrutable. And incredibly sexy.
Was Bear naked under his flowing robe?
Her mouth watered. She toed off her high-heeled sandals and popped the button loose that held her dress together at the waist. “Am I your captive?”
“You’re my houri, here to bring me p
leasure. You are not, however, very well trained. We have the next fifteen hours to work on that. Disrobe and kneel.”
Her nipples hardened. The muscles in her lower belly clenched. Her mouth watered, and her pussy began to twitch. Bear wasn’t a sweaty boy like the ones she’d experimented with before. He was her fantasy man.
He’d made her nipples pucker and her pussy perpetually ache since the day fate dumped him into her fantasy. Now she quaked like a virgin beneath his hawk-like stare, her fingers unsteady when she unfastened her bra.
His sensual lips curved in a sardonic smile. “Do you need assistance?”
“No.”
“No, my lord.” She caught the hint of amusement in his tone.
Shana dropped the bra at his feet. “This, too, my lord?” Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong bikinis, she shot him a playful grin.
He nodded, his gaze locked on the jewel in her belly button. “Do you dance?”
“I will dance for you, my lord. I’ve taken lessons,” she added when she noticed his dubious expression.
Shana tossed her panties his way and dropped to her knees. “Do you want me to show—”
“Take off my shoes.”
The hems of khaki slacks rested on highly polished loafers that seemed incongruous with the robe. She’d imagined finding bare, golden skin instead.
He lifted his feet so she could tug off the shoes. “Socks, too.”
Shana stroked his large bare feet, enjoying the contrasting textures of the rough, callused soles and his smooth brown toes.
“Kiss them.”
How did he know that’s what she wanted to do? Lowering her head, she sucked his big toe into her mouth.
He must have washed up for this capture gig, because his feet actually smelled good, like sandalwood soap and fine English leather. She sampled another toe, tickling it with her tongue.
Her nipples tingled at the prospect of sampling him all over.
His cock would be big and smooth, and he would taste oh, so good when she took him in her mouth.
She sucked harder, tried to concentrate on the task he’d given her instead of fantasizing about his more interesting parts.
“Remove my slacks. Then you may lie back on the bed,” he said, his voice gruff.
Good. No belt and no underwear. Her heart beat with eager anticipation when his pants were off and she lay back, legs spread, across the quilted coverlet.
Praise Allah! A sybaritic feast lay before his eyes, waiting to serve his pleasure.
Bear drew her toes into his mouth and sucked them one by one. He stroked his way up tanned, satiny calves, his lips following his hands.
Damn. The traditional headdress got in the way. He paused, tossed it and his robe away, and resumed a slow, sensual journey, lifting one of her legs and nibbling at the sensitive spot behind her knee.
Shana slid her legs farther apart, as though to give him better access. And when he moved his hand higher, she let out a sexy little moan.
God, she was responsive. And he loved her warm, wet yoni, satiny smooth to his touch but for the neatly trimmed, narrow strip of dark hair in the center of her suntanned mons.
His mouth watered. His cock throbbed. “Why not remove this, too?” he asked, fondling the patch of crisp pubic hair.
“You like pussies totally naked, my lord?”
“We remove all body hair.”
“You mean your women do?” She lifted her hips, opened herself wider for his inspection.
“Men as well.” He bent, licked her baby-soft outer lips. She tasted of almonds and hot, aroused woman, made him want to dispense with the role-playing and lose himself in her delectable flesh.
Her gaze dropped to the silk boxers that barely contained him. “You?”
“You’ve never seen a hairless cock and balls?” he asked, blowing on her clitoris and watching it swell and come erect.
“Not yet, but I’m hoping I will, soon. I want to taste them, too.”
“If you’re very good, I may let you.” For a split-second, perhaps, before I bury my cock in your sweet pussy. But after you take the edge off my hunger, you may devour me for hours if that is your wish. Bear tongued her, sucking her clit into his mouth and nipping gently at it with his teeth. Her whimpers of pleasure urged him on.
Not in her wildest fantasies had Shana dreamed he’d drive her mindless with his tongue. No one had ever managed to do it before. She gasped when her pelvic muscles contracted and began to convulse.
“I want you inside me now.”
He paused. “Come first and then I’ll fuck you.” Grasping her knees, he spread them wider apart and resumed his tender assault on her clit while he stroked the backs of her knees, his fingers making sensuous circling motions that—
“Ohhhh. Stop. I’m coming. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t stop!” With both hands she held his head while he lapped the juices from her dripping pussy.
Shock waves still coursed through her when he lifted his dark head and stood, shoving down his underwear and revealing the hardest, most beautiful, and—she gulped—biggest cock she’d ever seen.
Her pussy clenched in the middle of a contraction.
His eyes scorched her with their stygian fire.
Impressive muscles bulged in his shoulders…his massive thighs…that purple-knobbed, rock-hard column of circumcised male flesh she wanted inside her now.
It stood straight up against his flat belly, its single eye glistening with a drop of fluid that beckoned Shana’s tongue. She itched to fondle the deep-rose, velvety looking sac that held his big balls tight against his groin.
She didn’t realize she’d moved until she found herself within licking distance of this fantastic lollipop that exceeded her wildest imaginings. So big. So clean looking without the usual tangle of male pubic hair.
Her tongue darted out and sampled him. Tasty. She opened her mouth, took him inside, and swirled her tongue over his satiny cock head. It took both her hands to cradle the incredibly soft-skinned pouch that held his heavy testicles.
“Cease.” With both hands Bear lifted her head.
Shana looked up, saw a muscle twitch on the side of his jaw. Good. She’d make him lose that iron control.
He came down on top of her, flesh to flesh. With his powerful legs, he spread hers wide apart. His huge cock nudged her pussy, throbbing and making her incredibly horny. “Do you want this now?” he asked, his voice ragged.
She lifted her hips, took the tip of him inside. “Yes, please. Fuck me, my sheikh.”
Chapter 2
“My pleasure.”
Her yoni gripped his unsheathed cock like a wet, hot fist. No condoms, she’d insisted before dragging him to her doctor two weeks ago for them to have the tests no sane person would have unprotected sex without, and extracting his promise to keep his cock out of strange pussies until now in exchange for hers that she’d stay on the Pill.
She squeezed him with her inner muscles, made him want to come. Made him want to stay in her forever, prolong the incredible sensation of fucking her hot, wet pussy without any barrier.
He withdrew, sank into her deeper, harder, took her orgasmic cries into his mouth when he changed angles and hit her G-spot.
He’d never had such a responsive lover. And he’d never spurted his semen deep into a woman’s yoni. Never before had he itched to impregnate his partner, see her slender belly swell with his child.
He did now.
She milked his cock as though she wanted that too. He wouldn’t last long.
But she’d shatter along with him.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he reached between them and massaged her clit.
She moaned into his mouth, sucked his tongue inside. Clenched her pussy onto his cock. Dug her nails into his shoulders and clutched him with her legs.
When she convulsed around him, shouting her pleasure, she triggered his shuddering climax.
It seemed to go on for hours. He thought he’d die with each powerful spurt tha
t showered her pussy with his hot sperm.
Ten minutes later his cock was twitching, obviously hot to fuck her again.
* * * * *
By the time they landed in Kuwait City, they’d fucked and sucked and indulged in every act of pleasure Shana ever imagined. And then some.
Now her fantasies would come alive, for real.
The abaya he handed her tickled her sore, swollen nipples as it settled it against her naked body. She felt possessed. Captive.
“Like this, love,” he said when she had trouble draping the silk hijab over her forehead. “Now the shaila.”
The black veil felt heavy. Repressive. How could Arab women live like this? Bear’s hand weighed heavily on her elbow when they crossed the tarmac to a waiting limousine.
They sped through a city that looked surprisingly modern. Men in western clothes, even a few bareheaded women, mingled with traditionally dressed natives along the busy streets. Bear must have chosen traditional garb to indulge her fantasy, not because it was required or even expected.
He acted anything but traditional in bed. Her pussy muscles clenched when she recalled what they’d done the past fifteen hours.
“The Iranians destroyed much of the ancient infrastructure when they bombed our oil installations in 1981,” Bear explained after she commented that many of the buildings looked new.
He’d been thirteen years old then. “Those must have been scary times,” she commented as the scenery began to change.
“I wasn’t here to see the destruction. By then I was already in the States, in boarding school. Look to your right. That’s one of the el Rashid well fields.”
Sand and dust and oil wells stretched as far as Shana could see. It didn’t look much different from the GreenTex fields in west Texas, where Jake worked every summer. When she told Bear, he laughed.
“If not for the issue of our different cultures, our families would be salivating at the thought of merging two oil dynasties,” he said.
But that was a huge issue. Their parents would pitch fits if either of them brought the other home as a potential mate. After all, their ancestors had started the tradition of enmity long ago, and hatred had been passed down through too many generations for mere lovers to overcome.